The Bleeding
The Bleeding
Love.
An abstraction,
Distortion of consciousness
Invades the soul
And conquers the sleeping.
Bliss scourges my heart
As blood drools from my flesh
Like honey from the cut comb,
And I die and live each day
Consumed like kindling in a fire,
Or old trash, as the stench rises
To weary nostrils...
Purified.